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❝ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬― ❞ 𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑶𝑲'𝑺 𝑭𝑳𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑷𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑪𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵. A surprised gasp came out of Hoseok's mouth while a frustrated sigh can be heard from Namjoon. She then realized, for the umpteenth time, that she was not supposed to dodge the attack but burn the wooden blades before it can reach her. She heaved a frustrated sigh.

     The pain from her wounds immediately stung, catching her attention. She hissed in pain. "Well, that hurts." she scanned her wounds. Luckily, they weren't deep, but they still stung like a bitch. She glanced back at Namjoon only to see the unimpressed and the now obvious impatient look on his face. "Oh dear" she gulped nervously.

     It has been a hell of a week for Cinnabar. All they ever did was train her. At first it was clearly fine, everyone was patient to teach her whatever there is to learn. But after the fifth day of this week, they were training her about getting used to her powers, which is the time where the atmosphere around them gets all serious and heavy because she was starting to fail in meeting their expectations.

      Day by day, she can already see and feel the patience slowly slipping away from Namjoon's whole being and some of the boys. And the more Cinnabar notices this, the more pressured, tensed and less focused she gets.

      And being homesick didn't help at all. Cinnabar has to admit, she was finding it hard to adapt with her new environment, an environment that is not the seaside Hegirald, an environment without seeing the same golden-eyed and tanned people, an environment without her junior fire dancers,

     An environment without Raven and her father.

     No doubt Cinnabar missed them so much to the extent of almost crying every night as she groans from muscle pain because of immediate training. She was worrying about how her father was. Knowing him, he was the type to worry too much. She was quite surprised that she didn't hear from him yet. She guessed that Raven was handling their father well.

     Every part of her being just wanted to run back home but here she was, training with seven hot boys who were either clad in sweatpants or shorts and shirts.

     Hoseok straightened up and turned to Namjoon and groaned. "Namjoon, I think we should give her a break." He said before glancing at Cinnabar sympathetically. Cinnabar softened by this and mouthed 'I'm fine'.

     The leader completely ignored Hoseok's suggestions and charged towards Cinnabar's direction. "What do you think you're doing?" Namjoon asked through gritted teeth, almost exploding. The others, who were training by theirselves, shifted their attention towards the two. Intimidated, Cinnabar ducked from Namjoon's piercing glare, and from everyone's stares.  "Uh—t-training?" She answered with all the uneasiness she had gathered ever since her training began.

    Namjoon scoffed. "Training? You called that training?!" He questioned in a raised voice, making her flinch. "What is so hard about burning those blades?! Or is it too hard for you to understand?" Cinnabar shut her mouth at this.

     "We don't have much time Cinnabar! You are making this longer! The coronation of the princess of Humelios is in two days! You could already create fire and make it disappear with just a flick of a finger! How can creating a bigger one make any difference?!"